Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

The Whisper of Water The water was freezing. Thirty degrees below zero. Completely naked, I plunged through the hole I had cut in the ice covering the lake. The last thing I expected to find beneath that thick sheet of ice was a finely carved wooden chest, suspended from a heavy chain that disappeared into the depths. I assumed it reached the bottom, although the dark water swallowed it long before my eyes could follow it. The chest was no larger than a shoebox, exquisitely carved and hermetically sealed. I tried to descend, using the chain to pull myself downward, but soon realised I would never reach the end of it. My lungs were burning. I had to return to the surface for air. When I dived again, both the chest and the chain had vanished. Puzzled, I descended along the same line where I believed the chest had been. There it was. Far below me. Still descending. Faster than before. The chest kept sinking, faster and faster. The chain seemed to be pulling it towards a depth ...

A por tus amores fui Mañanitas alegres, dulces recuerdos, que donde preso estoy solo me quedan mis sentimientos. A buscarte fui, tempranito, y en aquel ribazo tu amante estaba. No pude por menos que imaginarme lo que haría aquella mañana. Sin sentirlo me fui a verlo y sin saberlo muerte le di. Así mi vida de la tuya se fue y encerrado aquí estoy sin ti pagando el error que cometí. I went looking for your loves Happy mornings, sweet memories, that where I am imprisoned I only have my feelings left. I went looking for you, early, and on that ribazo your lover was. I couldn't help but imagine what I would do that morning. Without feeling it I went to see him and without knowing it, I gave him death. So my life from yours was gone And locked up here, I'm without you paying for the mistake I made.